Those beautiful eyes as clear as a green lake stared at the sweaty Yaro, and after a long time, her seductive green lips made a weak voice: "But...you still have some murderous intention in your heart."
"Maybe... when I killed him, there was no real feeling. I always felt like something was missing?" Yaro looked down at the hand that was still holding the epee tightly. He felt the hot moisture in his hand. He took a deep breath and asked Bai Lu. Nodding, "Don't worry, I know my condition is not right, and I will adjust it slowly in the future."
With a slight movement of consciousness, a ball of clear water appeared out of thin air and poured directly on the steaming dry yellow hair.
"hiss!"
Yaro couldn't help but shudder, and his spirits suddenly rose. Then he controlled his arm with his consciousness and carried the still-warm flaming heavy sword into the sword slot on the back of the heavy armor.
As his palms loosened, Yaro's heart suddenly felt empty, as if something important was missing.
He closed his eyes slightly and his chest kept rising and falling, trying to control the violent emotions in his heart.
"You pursue power just to enjoy this life better. Your pursuit is never simple killing!"
He told himself this.
Remind yourself that those irritable emotions are the corrosive effects of the power of the abyss.
When he opened his eyes again, except for a few bloodshot eyes, his eyes were generally clear again.
"The mood is almost under control. I'll take a hot bath later and have a good sleep. The general problem will be solved." Yaro smiled slightly, feeling much more relaxed. "Thank you for reminding me, otherwise, I don’t know how long it will be before the problem is discovered.”
Looking back carefully, Yaro was surprised to find that he had not smiled sincerely for almost half a year.
When was the last time you laughed?
A farewell party with Delia and Keitaan?
Or before you found out there was something wrong with Desi?
Or was it before he learned that his mother was wanted?
Or...
In short, as more and more things happened to him, Yaro's heart was unknowingly covered with a layer of dust, and he also unknowingly lost the joy of the past.
The cold air was sucked into his belly, like a basin of clear water washing away the dust in his heart. Yaro clasped his left hand behind his back, extended his right hand like a gentleman, and said with a slightly frivolous smile: "Beautiful lady, you are willing to go to the castle with me to rest. ?"
At this time, Bailu was still weak and it was not safe to leave her in the wild, so Yaro wanted to ask her to go to the castle to rest together so that he could protect her.
Bailu still looked at Yaluo, was silent for a moment, shook his head slowly and said: "I don't like stone houses, just rest here."
"I have my friends with me, so you don't have to worry."
"On the contrary, it's you... Yaro," Bai Lu looked at Yaro, his clear beautiful eyes sparkling with sincerity, "The relaxation in your heart does not lie in speaking and expressing, but in the recovery and cultivation of the past. You really need to do it well. rest."
Seeing Bai Lu's firm attitude, Yaro didn't force it. He put away his arms and nodded: "I understand. I will make adjustments in the future."
"Then I will go back, and you should be careful. If anything happens, send an elk to notify me."
It's not far from the castle. According to the elk's footsteps, it doesn't take long to reach the castle. As long as he receives the news that Bailu is in danger, Yaro can activate the flying pendant and arrive quickly to support him.
After bidding farewell to the White Deer, Yaro braced his tired body and walked towards the castle.
What he didn't know was that right next to the dark river, a man in neat formal clothes reached out to catch the crow that landed. He looked at the jungle that was once again plunged into darkness, and gave instructions to the guards behind him: " Come on, let’s go back.”
"Yes, Butler Enoch!"
…
In the early morning of the next day, the sky was still gloomy, the temperature was getting lower and lower, and there were even a few strings of tiny icicles hanging on the windowsill.
But at this time, the atmosphere in the castle was very hot. Under the instructions of the deputy steward, many servants poured pieces of coarse salt into the hot water, and then continued to add firewood to the fire below.
The master who caused all this was humming softly in the laboratory.
"Watch!"
"A current is lingering around the planet looking for a way out!"
"At this moment, only..."
Yaro can't sing this song, but even though more than ten years have passed, he can still vaguely remember the tune of the song.
Cheerful, high-spirited, passionate...and unswerving in faith!
Releasing the hot melt technique and humming this rapid rhythm, Yaro continued to temper the fiery red heavy armor, adding new metal solution to it to replenish the loss of yesterday's magic spell.
Next to him, Heli was pedaling a bicycle-like wheel to replenish oxygen in the stove.
The charcoal in the stove continued to stir, stirring up sparks and releasing bursts of high temperature, which made her face turn red.
But she didn't care, and while stepping on the song, she listened carefully to Yaro's not very good singing tone.
After Yaro took out the heavy armor from the coals and placed it in cold water, she asked curiously: "Lord Yaro, is there any story behind the song you hum?"
Yaro, who was cleaning the tools, couldn't help but be stunned and turned around in surprise: "Story? Can you hear it?"
"I can feel that you have been adjusting the rhythm of the tune, as if you are approaching a certain rhythm and emotion. Are you composing songs for a story?" Heli nodded, her face covered with charcoal dust was unusually serious, Somewhat funny but not ridiculous.
"Create?" Yaro sighed, "You think too highly of me, how can I create anything?"
"This is just a story I once read and a song I heard. Unfortunately, it has been so long that I don't even remember how to sing the song, so I have been looking for the feeling."
"Maybe... I'll never hear this song again, right?"
Yaro shook his head, clearing away the slight melancholy in his heart.
Although you can’t hear this song, there are countless new songs in this world waiting for you to listen.
There are gains and losses, so what is there to be sad about?
Hearing this, Heli asked hesitantly: "Lord Yaro...can you tell me this story? Let me try and see if I can complete the song?"
"Oh?" Yaro turned back in surprise and looked at the little girl beside him, "Can you do that?"
Hurley explained: "My mother used to be a singer. I studied with her for a while. I... can give it a try."
"Want to try? That's fine!"
Yaro was really curious as to what kind of music Heli could add.
But when he recalled and pondered, he suddenly found that his memory of that story had long been blurred. He could only roughly remember that she was a determined girl, and he only remembered a fragment.
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